This is the first part of story set in the world of The Great 48. The concept is explained in the story, but basically: it's slightly in the future, when a law requires men to orgasm at least once every 48 hours.
What follows is a university field trip where the students become trapped and the ladies reluctantly fulfill their civic duty and assist the guys.
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Class Trip
The sexy co-ed Brenda was excited that her university professor Miss Ophelia had managed to arrange a week-long field trip to Clark station on what was nicknamed Asimov's Rock, high above the earth. Her shorts displayed her long, toned legs as the strawberry blonde climbed on board a compartment of Earth's first space elevator, along with Miss Ophelia and 20 fellow students.
Conceived decades before it was even designed, the space elevator took nearly a century before the technology needed to build it caught up to the concept. But technology wasn't the biggest obstacle to building a link from the earth to space. Or more specifically, an asteroid placed in geosynchronous orbit. Even once the technology existed, the political will to do it wasn't there until all of earth had enacted "The Great 48" into law.
"The Great 48" wasn't directly responsible of course, but it was at the root of it. In fact it was what allowed society to advance in most areas. A straightforward law, passed in one city, than another and another until country after country passed it, unable to deny the positive effect it had in virtually every aspect of modern society.
The idea was since men spent so much time and energy trying to get laid, if it was simply required by law, that another person give them an orgasm at least once every 48 hours, most of that energy could be put to better use.
Of course the detractors decried it as the end of monogamy and marriage, that the cost was too much, women would suffer and about a million other negatives. In the end, none of those proved true.
Marriages continued, monogamy persisted, (though the occasional handjob wasn't seen as a reason to end a relationship anymore.) The cost of building and hiring people for relief stations was soon offset by the taxes brought in by all the creative businesses blossoming. It forced no women (or men) into jobs they didn't want.
The result was, across the board, once men didn't have to work so hard to get someone else to provide "relief" for them, everything got better.
Eventually the time and resources required, were allocated and the space elevator got built. Despite the scale of it, it was a fairly simple machine. Thousands of compartments on a vertical conveyor belt called a ribbon, stretching from earth to the edge of space.
The project opened up the stars to the human race.
The ride up the elevator was twenty hours, though another 2 was assumed at either end for loading and unloading. Each compartment held up to 22 people, but also had massive storage compartments, for bringing equipment up and minerals down.
As she found a seat, Brenda looked around at her classmates. She was one of only three female students in her year, they were vastly outnumbered by the men, though she took great comfort knowing that the women were the top students, in a class taught by a brilliant, beautiful woman.
Beside Brenda sat her youngest classmate, an 19-year-old named Dawn, whose ample bust was straining her white dress shirt. They were at one end of the seating area, a cramped series of chairs grouped in pairs or threes. The two compared notes about what they were hoping to accomplish while at Clarke station.
Miss Ophelia, the 35-year-old professor sat with the other female student, Kim. They weren't chatting so much as reading to themselves. The various guys in the class were doing everything from working out the velocity of the compartment relative to the Earth, to watching classic holo-vids.
It was a long trip, in a relatively small space but they were independent enough to keep themselves busy.
At about the halfway mark there was the first hint of trouble. The speed of their compartment dropped suddenly. Enough that it threw Kenneth and Sean, who had stood talking, to the floor.
"Everyone okay?" Miss Ophelia asked, as everyone scrambled to buckle in.
No one was seriously hurt, and Miss Ophelia was able to quickly get a hold of someone for an update.
"Looks like there has been a technical issue with another compartment." Miss Ophelia told her students.
"What does that mean?" Charles asked, the panic in his voice clear.
"You can relax Charles, we are all perfectly safe. It means that the compartment at the top of the elevator ribbon has lost power and they can not unload it. They have to slow all the compartments travelling up until they sort it out." She explained.
"How long will that be?" Sam, a tall athletic student asked.
"They don't know." She admitted, which elicited a series of groans from the group.
"If it is more than a few hours, they may have to stop us altogether." She told them, which caused an even louder series of groaning.
"Come on now. I expect better than this. You are all adults, don't be acting like a group of unruly children." She scolded
"Are we in any danger?" Charles asked.
"Of course not ." Kim responded.
"How do you know?" Charles pressed.
"Because I watched the safety video like we were supposed to, idiot." Kim fired back. "It's impossible for the compartment to go down on this side of the ribbon. The worst that could happen is we stop moving upwards"
"What about food or water?" asked Frank.
"Didn't anybody else watch the safety video?" Kim asked, unimpressed with her classmates.
"I did." Edward announced. "There is over a week's worth of food and two weeks of water in the first part of the storage section." He pointed to a large, sealed sliding door.
"That's right." Miss Ophelia agreed. "None of which we'll even need to worry about for another 20 hours, if we need to worry about it at all."
The discussion continued for a while after that, several students coming up with various plans on how to deal with the situation. They discussed everything from rationing their supplies to calling the authorities. When Larry proposed opening the outer hatch to send out a signal, Miss Ophelia ended all discussion by insisting everyone re-watch the safety video which explained, among other things, how Larry's suggestion was not only stupid but also impossible.
20 hours later however, Sam and Ed we're opening the sealed area holding the food and water.
Ten hours after that, the comments began. It started off innocently enough, Ferris saw Miss Ophelia bending over to unpack a crate, her tight skirt hugging her ass, and leaned over to Sam to say "A couple more hours and I'm gonna ask her to give me a hand."
Brenda asked Ferris what he was talking about, but he refused to explain.
Later Kim caught Larry numbering the girls.
"Third huh?" Kim asked "And what I am third in line for, exactly?"
